Where does the time go?

Sorry for being absent but I have a lot going on in my life at the moment. For starters, my department is currently being audited. No, nobody is in trouble or anything, but I swear you would find more cheer in a graveyard. The guy doing the audit has the sense of humour of a Vulcan. Whenever I pinpoint him to documents he is looking for, he doesn't even give me anything that remotely smells like gratitude.

Some people think I am a mean and vicious SOB for the things I say about SS. There’s a few people who think I am making this sh*t up. I guess what I am about to write here falls in the latter category.

A while ago, I wrote that SS routinely forgets to wear his boots. It’s cold outside. I mean REALLY cold. 0 degrees F cold. You know when the oil in your car becomes the consistency of jelly, it’s COLD.

SS wears his boots to school, but then he returns with his sneakers.

He does this constantly!

Do you lie to your SO on matters concerning your SS?

I always prefer being up front and honest with my DW, but when it comes to her son, I sometimes think it is better to lie and avoid the tear-fest that will most likely follow.

Case in point; the other day DW and I decided to just get some chicken dinners from our favorite BBQ chicken restaurant. All the kids love the meals there, so it is usually a hit.

Usually I get two chicken breast dinners (for me and DW) and three chicken nugget dinners (for SS, BS and BD).

SS has two art projects due by the end of the week. He had 6 in total. He’s done 4, but now he has two left to do and time is running short. We even got an email from his art teacher politely reminding us of this and that she is available at lunch hour and after school if SS needs help.

Immediately after supper last night (of which he only ate ¾ of it; but I suppose that is normal for him) he asked to be excused so he can continue to work on his art projects. We allowed him and he went into his room and closed the door.

I was immediately suspicious.